In The Line Of Duty

歌詞

[MJG] Listen officer I know I got a traffic warrant But yo wife got 3. So where the fuck is she? You don't know So you bring your personal problems back to your job And every damn day you make it hard You can't understand when you see a black man Rollin in a new ride gotta pull him over and Gotta check the inside, Hell Who in the fuck do you claim to be? My help or my hurt cause you ain't did shit for me See, every time I rolls and every time I walks Every time I breathe and every time I talks I'm always being heard or either being watched By scary as white folks or crooked ass cops They comin' they searchin' They pat me on my ass The sons of a slave owner's son from the past I laughs, knowing that these fellas must be jealous They want our autographs but they don't know how to tell us It's crazy the way you treat my kind You call this your job? The system must have brainwashed your mind I really resent the rules a cop abuse within a day So if you keep talking that shit Is it my duty to blow you away? [MJG] Punk ass, rookie ass, sissy ass motherfuckin' police. Always in as motherfucker's shit I just got out the motherfucking county [8BALL] I'm supposed to love America But Amerikkka don't love me The son of the slave of the father of this country Free wasn't meant to be a luxury for you and I Freedom came after many influential people died In vain it seems, ain't a whole lot changed They still crackin' whips and shacklin' up niggaz mayne Projects ain't nothing but modern day plantations And the masters reside at the police station Replacing whips with berettas and clips on they hips Quick to gang up on young brothas who make that grip I used to think that stackin' papers would eliminate lack of pussy to fuck and police that playa hate I found out that a bitch is gonna be a bitch And the police could give a fuck that a nigga'z rich Old white men from the days of the cotton pickers That used to ride around on pickup trucks lynching niggaz That's them same peckrwoods actin' like a hoe When they see a nigga moving in next door In front of my own home rough me up and harass me And say they did it all in the line of duty [8BALL] Coward ass police Bustaz hiding behind a badge All in a nigga face, cause you can bee strapped I can be strapped too hoe! Running with your gang I'm runnin' with my gang bitch! You know what I'm sayin'? You betta steep off this Pimp shit hoe! [MJG] Here come the motherfucking plain clothes Riding low-pro in a 4-door '95 Caprice Trade mark of the police Each and every damn Nigga, Wetback, and Hu Chank Need to recognize 'fore your motherfucking ship sank I don't think these laws have no love for minority This is how I know it be So FUCK the Majority! Pick 'em out 1 by 1 Shoot 'em down with my gun Take 'em to the woods no mistake Concrete shoes in the lake! I Hate playa hatin' perpetratin' cops! The nerds of the school wanna run my fuckin' block You wanna know my name well trick it's MJG So miss me with that shit PST you'z a beast see What in the fuck do you expect to gain? Constantly pullin' me over Constantly throwing your salt into my game You lame, Weak Bustaz, can't do me Especially when you're out or even in the line of duty [8BALL] I aint takin' it Police hatin' the shit I represent STREET SENSE, GLOCK TOTIN', RIPPIN' PIG'S CHESTS OPEN Hatin' them like they hate me soon as they see Another colored brother flappin in some luxury! All in my ass with some gloves looking for some drugs Dogs sniff my balls Hell Naw it ain't no love Catch you slippin on your off-day and Spray yo ass! Into thee past as I fire up one and hit the gas I never did it but them bustaz make me wanna do it Pull out the Tech in a sec' And leave them in the street wet But that won't solve nothing All that'll do is get me time So I choose to write this rhyme And dick them hoes in every line Sometimes, my mind wonders would the world be shocked If we all did like Pac And bucked cops when we got stopped Betcha shit straighten up and start flying right Bitch it's judgement night In the line of duty [MJG] WTF y'all punk motherfuckers lookin' for? WTF do you see? Shit, gotdamn thang! Talking about WTF you smell. It ain't here, Bitch! You can't prove shit! Leave me the fuck alone, gotdamnit Is my tags outta date hoe? hell nah gotdamnit Do I gotta motherfucking traffic warrant? Fuck naw Am I on yo motherfuckin' warrant list? Nah Bitch So why thee fuck you all up in my motherfuckin' shit gotdamnit? I can't help it cause your wife pussy aint hittin' right gotdamnit I can't help it cause your son made straight F's gotdamnit I ain't got shit to do wit that shit gotdamnit I can't help it cause you ain't paid the mortgage yet bitch! You ain't gotta put that shit out on me hoe! I ain't got no record gotdamnit I ain't been to jail you givin me motherfuckin hell hoe! Get out my shit. Stay out my shit!